As soon as Evita finished speaking, Scarlet hung up the phone hastily, seemingly eager to end the call.
Evita, sharing an awkward gaze with Lyndon, tried to force a smile.
âMr.
Fernandez, I know youâll keep your word.
Once Scarlet arrives, youâll let me go, right?â
Lyndon sneered.
âDo you really think sheâll come?â
Someone like Scarlet, who only cared about her own interests, wouldnât jeopardize herself for someone no longer deemed useful.
He made it clear.
He would go after the mastermind behind this incident, and Scarlet clearly understood his intention.
If Scarlet dared to come, she wouldnât leave the hotel unscathed.
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Evitaâs smile faltered.
âScarlet will come.
Weâre good friends.
She wonât abandon me.
â
Lyndon scoffed.
âWeâll see just how much she cares about you.
â
Turning to his assistant, he said, âTake her out.
If Scarlet doesnât show up in half an hour, follow my instructions.
â
Everything went just as he planned.
He had orchestrated this call to extinguish any hope Evita had.
Confident that Scarlet wouldnât show, he aimed to turn them against each other.
âYes, sir.
â The assistant took the order and dragged Evita out of the room.
Panic flashed through Evitaâs eyes as she was hauled away.
She wanted to plead with Lyndon, but remembering Scarletâs promise to come, she swallowed her words.
She believed she would be fine.
Meanwhile, Scarlet paced around her room, phone in hand.
Evita was a complete idiot, failing at such a simple task and getting caught by Lyndon.
If she went to the hotel now, Lyndon would certainly teach her a harsh lesson.
She wouldnât fall into that trap.
But she couldnât evade Lyndon forever.
He wouldnât let her off easily.
Lacking power in Skrix, Scarlet knew staying would only lead to her capture.
It was better to leave Skrix and return to Betton immediately.